Chapter 179: The Victor

Alicarde clung weakly to Wrath's back, his vision blurring as the sky above turned into a cascade of glowing seals. Each rune shimmered with power, casting the battlefield in hues of gold, crimson, and azure. 

The immense display of magical might left him feeling insignificant, as though he were witnessing the birth of a new world—or its end.

'What power…'

The air vibrated with energy, and Alicarde's heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Every breath felt heavier, weighed down by the sheer pressure of the spell forming above. Around him, the battlefield fell eerily silent. 

The witches locked in combat against Helga and Madera ceased their skirmishes, their eyes drawn upward. Even the winds seemed to pause, as though the world itself held its breath.